Keeping her head lowered, her face obscured, she lifts her head to let her see, only then will she know if she still has a chance.
Really, what's the point of always burying your head down?
Is it so deadly to take a look?
The more she couldn't see, the more she wanted to look. Wendy Willy's hand relaxed, the folder dropped to the ground, she hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, turning her head sideways, she just wanted to see how that woman looked.
Valentine Teller also felt Wendy Willy's gaze, instinctively lifting her eyelids, and glanced at her.
Time instantly froze, even the air solidified.
Valentine Teller could never forget this face, even after four years; seeing Wendy Willy would still set her ablaze with anger.
Countless times she imagined in her mind, if she met her again, she would definitely ask her why she harmed her, why?
